father, it arises to my recollection like a poetical dream, or fairy vision of the mind. The placid fleeting hours, dedicated to a reciprocal exchange of thought, during "that happy age, when nature wears no mask, serve to mark succeeding years of anxiety and pain with a most frightful chilling contrast! Still, neither lapse of time, effect of absence, pressure of the world, difference of situations,—nothing can banish the object from my memory, that once constituted the source, from whence those pure joys of innocence and youth alone could emanate !

To find you possessing rank, wealth, splendour, talents, and accomplishments, and still retaining your native innocence of mind, cheerfulness of temper, and suavity of manner, is a subject as much to the honour of human nature, as it is consolatory to your many friends.

I have more than ever to lament the poverty of my genius, in not possessing taste or powers to produce a composition, calculated to display the high sense I entertain of your worth and excellence, by an open avowal of your name, which would at once gratify the wish of my heart, and excite an interest in my favour that would adorn and support a much weaker cause than the one I have the honour to advocate. But, proudly advantageous as this disclosure would be, I have neither the selfishness, nor the indelicacy to implicate your name, in a controversy, with opponents not over precise in their selection of abusive epithets, nor over delicate in the mode of conveying them. It is not your rank, your genius, no nor your philanthropy, would protect you from the virulence of vulgarism, ignorance,-prejudice, and bigotry, who, one-and all,-would, with closed eyes, expanded ears, and open

mouths, overwhelm you with froth, folly, venom, and impertinence!

Your knowledge and admiration of the arts, they would term profane; your taste in poetry and painting, heathen; your skill in music, useless; your partiality to the drama, impious; and your modest christian demeanour, faint-hearted, luke-warm zeal. In vain, would all, who are blessed with your acquaintance, urge your charities, your exemplary conduct, as a wife and a mother, your assiduous regard to all the relative duties of your station-in short, that your numberless good qualities demand the esteem, love, and admiration of the wise, the good, and the virtuous. All these, with my opponents, pass as nothing! Dust in the balance!-FILTHY WORKS!!Your total want of that lively FAITII, burning in the fervid imaginations of the Westleyan and Whitfieldian sects, amounts in this evangelical age, to such an enor

mous offence, as to counterbalance every other virtue, moral or divine, that can adorn the human breast.-No, Madam, your religious education, has been too well grounded; your judgment too sound; and your heart too pure, to participate in the sensations of our modern mystic visionaries! You can prostrate yourself before your great Creator, with all the rational veneration of a virtuous human being. You can, with all the warmth of honest gratitude, offer up your feeble thanks for the many blessings He has bestowed upon you.You can, with a noble expansion of feeling, implore the Divine favour and mercy upon ALL your fellow-creatures. But you

would never presume to hurl the Almighty vengeance against a poor, imperfect, erring brother! No, Madam, you are too well versed in the genuine principles of christianity, to become religiously blasphemous! Nor, could you have the insanity to transport yourself, with the frantic idea

of beholding the various attributes of the triune God*. We will leave these anti

About three in the morning (says Mr. Wesley) the power of God came mightily upon us, insomu ch that many cried out for exceeding joy, and many fell to the ground. As soon as we were recovered a little from that awe and amazement at the PRESENCE OF HIS MAJESTY, we broke out with one voice, We praise thee, O God, we acknowledge thee to be the Lord.

Coke and Moore's life of Wesley, second edition,

p. 178.

"At preaching this morning, I was so overcome with the love and PRESENCE, and exceeding glory of my TRIUNE GOD, that I sunk down unable to support it!" "At the love-feast, I was again overwhelmed with his immediate PRESENCE." As I came from meeting, I was so overpowered with the PRESENCE of GOD, that had not a friend supported me, I could not have walked home. I was lost in depths of love, and admitted as it were, into the immediate presence of my Lord's glory!

Extracts given in Mr. Nightingale's Portraiture of Methodism, from the works of a Miss Roe of Macclesfield.-p. 99.